The sub rural streets deep in the west side of Portland are so incredible I have decided to never trade them for anything else. For now.
Woodsy, early and midcentury architecture lie hidden and overrun by old growth evergreens, asphalt veins and forested hills.
These outlying grocery stores, quaint little shops and bland mini malls are filled with faces and families I’m happily unfamiliar with. My weird need for anonymity outweighs any desire for banal friendliness towards anyone whom I randomly know.
Learning new winding routes and each important thoroughfare through these narrow, pine tree streets has been both thrilling and exasperating. They’re all so unknown so they’re unpredictable and convoluted.
Deep west side now shows my best side.
I really do kinda love it all.